“Grog here, missy!”

“Grog for table six, aye!”

“Ah, this be the best bar this side of the Equator. It’s the kind of place where a sailor can relax!”

“Arrr! Ye said it! Hey, did I ever tell you scurvy dogs about the time I fought a nine armed octopus?”

“Octopus? Yarrr! Take a gander at this!”

tunk

“What be that?”

“That, matey, is a dongle. A Bluetooth dongle.”

“The dongle of Bluetooth? How’d ye get that?”

“I was at Cables Unlimited, just off the coast of Trinidad. Bluetooth was anchored off the dock. As he slept, I made my way into his cabin, and with dangle in hand, took possession of his dongle.”

“I… gotta go.”

“Yarr! Weak stomach! This dongle lets you make anything into a Bluetooth compatible… anything. It fits in a USB port, easy as a rotten pie!”

”…well, time to get back to my ship!”

“You too? Are all pirates so helpless these days? This thing works with 98SE, ME, 2000, XP and Vista. Hey, stay and hear me story, someone! Who wants a pint’a grog on me, eh?”

“OH GOD DON’T HURT ME”

“Why are you all running? Is it the Cables Unlimited Bluetooth Dongle? I’m tellin’ ye, ol’ Bluetooth never even saw me once! He’s not gonna come in here, two swords at the ready, a pistol in his belt, a bomb tied to his parrot, anger in his eyes and death in his heart, chasing down revenge against the man who… hey, anyone know who owns that shadow coming through the doorway just now?”

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